Selective Pressure

by Giggle the Ozone

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03:16
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credits

released September 3, 2014

All music composed by Dylan Sparrow

@2014 Laser Seizure Music

Dylan Sparrow - Voice, keyboards, guitars
Jesse Krakow - Bass
David Bodie - Drums
Sam Weisberg - Guitar solos & backing vox on 10, 18. Skronk on 13, 17

Recorded and mixed by Martin Bisi at B.C. Studios, Brooklyn NY
Mastered by Teddy Kumpel

Graphic design by Rebecca Pollock
Art by Dylan

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Track Name: Scaryan
The bluest eyes you've ever seen, with hair of gold
A master mold
The darkest flesh that's ever been, the shade of coal
Oh, so much soul
No artifice
The genesis was pure
Oh, how is this?
Geneticists aren't sure

How Scaryan came to be, and survived to maturity
Scaryan, shining in the shade
Scaryan, dark as night, facial features seem so white
Scaryan nonplussing everyone

Teutonic ancestry is clear
Last name is Schwartz,
or so I hear
Thin lips, flat hips, a Roman nose
all colored black
Bone straight afro

No monkey biz
No sable frizz endured
Oh, how is this?
Geneticists aren't sure

How Scaryan came to be, and survived to maturity
Scaryan, shining in the shade
Scaryan, dark as night, facial features seem so white
Scaryan, baffling every-one

Scaryan! For you I want what's best
But you failed the paper bag test
So I’m going to impart some advice
And I’ll try to keep it concise:

If it's white, it's alright.
If it's yellow, let it mellow.
if it's brown, stick around,
but if it's black?

Get back!

Oh Scaryan, on the fence
Bless your checkered countenance
Scaryan, polarize the percept

Scaryan, can't you see?
Racial reconstructive surgery isn't all it is cracked up to be
They're gonna come for you
Track Name: Thought Cancer
Some things been on my mind
Like intelligent design
Water turning into wine, and so on

My baby took offense
Told me I don't make no sense
Told her it was just her menses, and yawned

Don't judge me, Maryann
This is all part of His plan
It doesn't matter what you think

The only voice I hear
Is the one you should revere
That big boss overseer

Thought cancer on my mind
MRI indicates I'm fine, so don't judge me
Thought cancer, yes it's true.
Unsound bites anybody can chew. Don't judge me
Where is your tolerance? I’m just immune to evidence
Don't judge me

My baby took offense
When I ODed on frankincense
Shot some myrrh and snorted all the gold

The burden falls on you
Can't prove what I say's untrue
Can't change what's already been foretold

Don't judge me, Maryanne
This is all part of His plan
Don't need to justify my claims!

The only voice I hear
Is the one you should revere
You're acting kind of queer...

Thought cancer on my mind
MRI indicates I'm fine, so don't judge me
Thought cancer, yes it's true
Unsound bites anybody can chew. Don't judge me
Thought cancer, yeah yeah yeah!
A+ on every questionnaire, so don’t judge me
My skull’s impregnable
The world outside’s apocryphal. Don’t judge me

You say I'm arrogant, want a divorce?
You just need to repent, where's your remorse?
Where's your humility? You better pray for me
‘Cause I boarded all of these doors

Thought cancer on my mind
MRI indicates I'm fine. Don’t judge me
Thought cancer, think it’s fine
Respect my views, you heathen swine
Don't judge me
Track Name: The Options
In the middle of a war zone
In the comfort of his warm home
Double Ds whenever he pleased
and hold the silicone

Took a trip down memory lane
He used to love that toy
Thinks he'll revisit, but maybe not
Cause that new one looks pretty hot

Staring at all the options made him so confused
Why should he care? What should he choose?
Staring at all the options made her so confused
Why should she care? What should she choose?

"Are you concerned about your health?"
"Need a boost to reach the top shelf?"
"Nah, I don't need it. I'll tough it out."
That's what she told herself

Took a trip down memory lane
She used to love that boy
Thinks she'll rekindle, but then again
There are tons of other men

Staring at all the options made her so confused
Why should she care? What should she choose?
Staring at all the options made them so confused
Why should they care? What did they choose?

It was a time of high technology and low expectations
It was a time when your neurology went through some mutations
It was a time when you could not afford to pay the attention
It was a time, it was your time—but what did you do with it?

Staring at all the options makes you so confused
Why should you care? What should you choose?
Staring at all the options made you so confused
Why did you care? What did you choose?
Track Name: Debt Termination
90 K, that’s what our records show
Sally Mae must feed its CEO
Can you pay? Your line is on the line
End the call, we’ll catch you in due time
Debt termination

Oh, good day mr. Die-lin Sparrow
I’m Renae, calling from Idaho
Can you pay? Your monthly rent will do
In this economy, everybody must get screwed
Debt termination
Just a minute of your time
Track Name: Networkaholics Anonymous
You got a palm to show me? How do you do?
I know you wanna know me. Hell, I would too
I bet you got a firm grip. Warm to the touch
You see where this is heading: that perfect clutch

I know you want it too, I see it in your eyes
You want to form a bond, you want to fraternize.

I know you do

So shake my hand
'Cause an impulse ain't an action without a command
And I'll have to get down on the floor and take a stand
Or you'll never hear me order you to shake my hand

"Up top" is overrated, I'm not a bro
I guess a hug is okay, but I wouldn't know
There is only one way to greet this man
So put her there already, heed my command

A wave or bow is safe, but don't believe the hype, no
I always keep it clean, got antiseptic wipes.

My skin is pure

So shake my hand
'Cause an impulse ain't an action without a command
And I'll have to get down on the floor and take a stand
Or you'll never hear me order you to shake my hand

Shake it. Shake it. Shake it.

Shake my hand
'Cause an impulse ain't an action without a command
And I'll have to get down on the floor and take a stand
Or you'll never hear me implore you to shake my hand
Track Name: Fair Weather
Things have been hectic lately, you say
You're crazy busy every day
You're sorry that you've been out of touch
You miss the old days so very much

But how's the weather? The weather is fair

I think you are a little confused
Mistaking people for pairs of shoes
Their souls sustain you through sunny days
You wear them out, then throw them away

So how's the weather? The weather is fair

You said don't take it personally, friend
Cuz you're crazy, crazy, crazy busy, and
The day I stop pretending you're honest
Is the day I'll never see you again

How's the weather? The weather is fair
Track Name: Start Fathering
Hey son, I'm sorry that I never made you live
My bad. I can't afford it, don't got much to give
Daughter, I'm not the daddy that you’ll think I is
Your wants are only mine, and I don't want no kids

Now I don't want to hurt you, this might kinda sting
Don't want to desert you, but I don't want to start fathering

Look, kid. You cannot say I ever lead you on
My Id is not your ego, that's the denouement
So, child, I'm sorry that I never caused your birth
I'm not living it up too much for what it's worth

Now I don't want to hurt you, this might kinda sting
Don't want to desert you, but I don't want to start fathering

Dance, dance, dance to the dead beat
Track Name: Phatgurl
She stepped on the scale today
And wanted to puke

Asked someone out on a date
But she was rebuked

But you know, it's no biggie
Just change your point of view,
and they're just too small for you

Phatgurl, they’re too small for you
Phatgurl, BB double who?
Phatgurl, they’re too small for you
Phatgurl, they don’t have a clue

Flavorless meals, exercise
Still crammed in a niche

Validation's always just
A tad out of reach

But you know, it's no biggie
Just change your point of view,
and they're just too small for you

Phatgirl, they're too small for you
Phatgirl, BB double who?
Phatgurl, they’re too small for you
Track Name: The Humanist
Succumb to evil
Admit that free will
is an illusion, a crutch for the feeble
Yes, I see the reason in your eyes

Squash all the wonder
Squelch the elation
Then wash it down with some sharp annotations
Yes, the age of logic's almost nigh

Gonna brain on their parade
Bludgeoning with facts
Trouncing all the tracts
Force them to evolve from the monkeys on their backs

Abort the children
Mute every cry
We'll slip ECPs in the water supply
Yes, the breeders will concede in the end

Imagine a world
With no moral rules
We could schtup puppies, or blow up some schools!
Yes, trust your friendly logician

Rationale is rational
Bludgeoning with facts
Trouncing all the tracts
Force them to evolve from the monkeys on their backs

Because I am

The Humanist™
Track Name: You Do
I am the 1 to your 8
It just took a single date
Then half a century passed
Now we meet again at last

Do you remember the crosswalk on which I proposed to you,
and you excused yourself?
Sometimes I wait there imagining different outcomes
It's good for my mental health

You know we're both getting old
The credits already rolled
Now it is time to commence
This ring was quite an expense

Damn every neural encodement inside of my cranium, or however that works
Damn every fragment of memory that has enshrined you
I am not going berserk

You do
You do

Give me your hand just exactly as planned
and then everything will be as it should be
I will excuse all the decades of gross infidelity
If you do "I do" with me
I do with me, I do with me

You do
You do
Track Name: Overpop
Oh, congratulations on your new daughter or son
Tell me, why'd you need another one?
You had three and now there's four,
And I can see you want some more
when this life has only just begun

Space and time are infinite some say. You must agree
Space and time, and planets stocked with trees
An overarching obstacle
in plain view's invisible
Earth is ill, the world is its disease

There's probably not much more that I can do
You're dead set on abetting life
A point so blunt it cannot run you through
My little plastic butter knife

So, congratulations on your new daughter or son
Tell me, why'd you need another one?
There were four and now there's five
And though I'd hate to kill your drive
There's this thing overpopulation
There's this thing called overpopulation
Track Name: Path of Fire
Cast our armor to the wind
From our flesh, a shell is skinned
Conflagration within
From without, strike the wind

Through the glaciers and the bones
Through the striking of the drones
A magmatic unknown
is our path, ours alone

Do not kneel before the void, oh no
Do not wait to be deployed
Do not kowtow to the night, oh no
Do not yield before the fight

Cast our armor to the wind
From our flesh, a shell is skinned
Conflagration within
From without, strike the wind

When our vessels start to tire
And the quag begets a mire
Raise our flame ever higher
Never stray the path of fire
Track Name: Genes
Oh, you have such immaculate skin
it’s smooth like porcelain
Unblemished pink

And your face is such a spectacle
It’s so symmetrical
And yet I think

What the hey does it really mean?
Oh what, oh what does it really mean?
Would I have anything else to say if you had different genes?

But you. Your body is so trim
Don’t even go to the gym
I’m envious

And the appraisals of your worth
That you’ve been fed since birth
Are tenuous

‘Cause what the hey does it really mean?
Oh what, oh what does it really mean?
Would I have anything else to say if you had different genes?
Track Name: Return to Zero
Low on the totem
Down in the polls
Now we're just floatin'
In porcelain bowls
Get out your scrubbers
We might leave a streak
Back to the sewers
C'est Magnifique!

Negative numbers
stacked up like bricks
We are encumbered,
broken, and fixed
Fixed in our brokedom
Yeah, that's not a word
But nobody noticed
Because nobody heard

I just want to return to zero